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The Youths of Today


 Well its back in the news again and cries are being echoed for something to be done about the increase in acts of violence among our children. Wonder how long this topic will be relevant or how long it will be on the minds of us Jamaicans. Well I have been talking about this issue for a longtime and I will continue to do so. Some will say that even when a parents grows up their child in a certain way when they send them out into the world all forms of influence will come at them and there is nothing they can do about it as a parent. So I ask then who should be held responsible for these acts of violence committed by children? Cries are ringing out that teachers should be responsible and that the churches should be held responsible. My solution to this problem is that each and everyone of us as Jamaicans should be held responsible.We need to conduct ourselves in ways that our children will adapt good behaviour starting from the Prime Minister to the average citizen. If each and everyone of us will do what is right then overtime the children will do the very same. How can we be asking for better behaviour from our children when we ourselves aren't displaying a level of maturity and rationalism in the decisions we make. Come on if we want a better nation we need to start with ourselves.

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